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My hands officially loosened on her arms, before I finally dropped as my eyes began to close. Her grip began to get tighter, using a combination of strangling and drowning me. To make sure that I was going to go.
Opening my mouth to scream but no words forming, as water began filling up my lungs. All of the stuff I never did that I should've just conquered, being able to fully become a mother wouldn't happen.
And I wouldn't be able to walk down the aisle, seeing Zayn stand there in his tuxedo. Watching me as we finally share our vows. I would never be able to give birth, and hold my son as he is brought into this world.
He would never have a first birthday, and smile as his mommy, daddy and big brother celebrated each other. He didn't even have a name yet, and he's already being taken away like me.
But I especially felt bad for Zayn, he was going to show up and see both Helga and I corpse, thinking he was going to come back. And everything would be okay and we'd be able to finally move on, leaving all of this crazy stuff behind us. He's gonna have to do it alone.
Officially closing my eyes, a sudden thud moved rattled against the bathtub. And finally Bianca's hands that are wrapped around my neck loosened, just before more hands reaching into the water.
Grabbing me by the neck.
Thinking she wasn't finished with her job, yet. Until the hands brought me up, jamming their fingers inside of my throat. While shouting words at me, all while my stomach rumbles before all of the bile comes up along with the water.
My chest was burning as I struggled from not breathing yet, finding myself puking up the water as a series of coughs began escaping from me.
"No the fuck you don't.." The guy threatened me as I finally opened up my eyes, seeing Michael standing there with his hand gripping my chin. Being rough.
"Breathe, Ryder."
Avery squatting beside me, fully inside of the bathtub while she held onto my shoulders, patting me on the back. Making sure that air was entering into my lungs.
"Don't be so rough with her, god!" Scolding him before she leans my head back, looking me in the eyes with concern. "Are you okay?" She asked me, while I nod my head, not really being able to form words due to the heavy amount of coughing. "Come on sweetie, speak."
My hand grips my chest to stop the burning, as I tried once again to speak. "I'm alright." Hearing the foreign sound of my voice, as my lungs became greedy for air.
I looked around the bathroom until my eyes focused on Bianca, who is unconscious on the floor beside the giant tub. Next to her was the second lamp that sat on the other nightstand. Broken into pieces with a bit of blood on them, I looked around towards Michael who only just sighed in relief. Whilst Avery continued to check on me.
